And I saw her.
The bride.
Sarah.
She stood near the entrance in a beautiful wedding dress, smiling nervously.
She looked young.
Excited.
Completely unaware.
She was about to marry the man I had buried.
My heart broke for her.
Whatever Adrian had done to me, I couldn't watch another woman walk blindly into the same nightmare.
I walked toward Sarah.
She Thought I Was Crazy
Sarah looked at me with confusion.
“Can I help you?”
I looked around.
No one was stopping me.
No one even understood what was happening.
I took a breath.
“I need to tell you something about your fiancé.”
She frowned.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Meredith.”
She stared at me.
Then I said it.
“I'm Adrian's former fiancée.”
Her face changed.
“What?”
“I was supposed to marry him.”
She stepped backward.
“I don't understand.”
“He told you I knew about all of this, didn't he?”
Her eyes widened.
“What are you talking about?”
I started explaining.
The accident.
The funeral.
The closed casket.
The three months I spent believing Adrian was dead.
The fact that he had been alive the entire time.
The moment I saw him in the groom's room.
Sarah's face went white.
“No.”
She shook her head.
“No, you're lying.”
“I'm not.”
“You don't know him.”
“I knew him for years.”
She looked around desperately.